Page 28 of Grace's Daddy

I haven’t used a vibrator since the day he first entered my apartment. I haven’t needed one, but also he’s forbidden mefrom masturbating without him. Most days I squirm a lot, but I have obeyed him.

Tonight, things have to change. I’m about to find out what it’s like to have my pussy filled by my man instead of an inanimate object.

Eli licks his lips as he lifts his head. His smoldering gaze is on me as he bends to grab his pants from the floor. A second later, he’s tearing into a condom wrapper with his teeth.

I’m mesmerized as he rolls it down his length. My body is shaking from my recent orgasm and nerves.

Finally,finally, he climbs between my legs and drops over me, using his elbows to prop himself up just enough to keep from smashing me. He cups my head with both hands. “You’re mine, Grace.”

“Yours, Eli.”

“Forever.”

“Forever.”

“No takebacks,” he teases.

I roll my eyes.

“Naughty girls who roll their eyes at their Daddy get spanked.”

“Promises, promises.”

He smirks. “Oh, Little one… Your bottom is going to be too sore to sit on tomorrow.”

He’s spoken to me about rules, punishments, and spankings a few times this week, but he has yet to actually swat my bottom. I’m beyond anxious to have that experience, too, but this one—fucking—is where my focus is now.

“How about you make love to me, and then you can spank me?”

“So bossy.”

I lift my hips the scant millimeter I’m capable of. His cock is right at my entrance as if it knows where it belongs. His body ishuge and muscular. I want to explore it, and I will. Later. After. I’m eager to ditch my virginity first. Desperate.

Eli’s expression grows serious. “I mean it, Grace. You’ll never spend a night alone after this.”

“I’ll never want to.”

For a moment, it seems like he’s going to make me wait even longer, but suddenly he thrusts forward hard, filling me with his cock.

The air leaves my lungs, and I gasp from the shock of how tight the stretch is. He’s bigger than anything I’ve ever put inside me. The pressure is intense. But after a few seconds, I adjust, and then my greedy body wants more.

I wiggle my hips. “Again.”

He eases partway out and thrusts harder and deeper.

I’m too stunned to comment this time. Nerve endings I didn’t know I had are awakened. My pussy seems to be milking him, drawing on him as if to prevent him from escaping.

I’ve never been more turned on, and it takes everything in me to keep from coming before he’s had a chance to pump more than a few times. I want to savor this moment.

His gaze never leaves mine. His jaw is tight. I’m confident it’s from holding back, but I really like it when he releases the tension and lets loose. Thrusting in and out of me, he grinds the base of his shaft against my bare pussy. “Come around my cock, sweet girl. I want to feel your pussy gripping me.”

I don’t have the capacity to disobey him, especially not when it comes to orgasms. My pussy clenches down tightly on his erection as wave after wave of pure pleasure consumes me.

Chapter Twelve

I’m exhausted when Daddy finally tucks me into his bed a few hours later. We had sex three times in my apartment. After he made love to me the first time, he flipped me over and took me again from behind. I only have three experiences to judge from, but him pumping into me from behind is my favorite. The third was after he settled me on the vanity in my bathroom so he could fill the tub. The water almost ran over the top while he took me standing up.

After letting out some of the water, he got into the bathtub with me this time, and I loved that so much. I’m going to be disappointed the next time he washes me from the side.